*A Nunkies Fantasy Fantasy -or- WHAT? ME? OBSESSED??* Is it possible? Have you really crossed that threshold that has recently become a bit blurred - the line dividing reality and fantasy? You *have* been getting a rather strange reaction from those around you lately: Is it because the screen saver on your computer at home (and at work) runs a continual slide show of downloaded pictures of Nunkies - Nunkies in uniform, Nunkies as the Nightcrawler, Nunkies looking absolutely delicious in the Raven...? Or, perhaps it's that these same computers also have "Nunkies in Repose" as your wallpaper? Or perchance it's that sensual voice that emanates from the computer whenever you boot up, open a new program, make an error, shut down for the day... Checking your e-mail just wouldn't be the same without that inviting declaration, "The Nightcrawler's waiting for you..." announcing the arrival of new messages, now would it? Well, that's okay! You're a proud member of NA! At least you have your on-line peers that understand how normal all of these things really are! Relieved that you fall well within the range of expected Nunkies behavior, you settle yourself in front of your home computer and scan the latest messages in your in-box. Ah! Wonderful! Jules, Bonnie, *and* Heather have all posted brand-spanking (!!) new Nunkies fantasies! You start at the top, reading what Bonnie imagines for Nunkies today -- Nunkies doing WHAT??? ("Oh, Bonnie! How perfectly delicious!") The heat of the kitchen, the white bleached flour... Nunkies in an apron... You're skin has taken on a sheen of sweat just thinking of what Nunkies has in store for you! Heather's post is up next. The black jag... it's revving up now... His leather driving glove so soft on your thigh... ("Boy, Heather, you certainly are in a shameless mood tonight!") Whew!! Is that the beginning of a meltdown??? But you're insatiable where these fantasies are concerned - where Nunkies is concerned, and you must continue to the last NA post: ("Okay, Jules... what's on *your* agenda?") Drinking in each word... your breathing rate has increased... your heartbeats faster... harder.... But wait! ("JULES! How could you??") ARGH! She did it again! Just when Nunkies was moving in for something sounding devilishly delightful... PG-13??? But your own imagination easily picks up where she left off... Oh, my? Is it warm in here? Peeling off your now-sticky business-day clothing and tripping over the cat in your hurried rush, you make a quick dash for The Sacred Cold Shower! "And just *where* do you think _you_ are going?" says the stern voice of Nunkies just as you arrive at the lavatory door. His tall, foreboding form is blocking the door!! Shocked at his quite-unexpected appearance, you try to stop your momentum... and manage a less-than-graceful tumble into his broad torso... His mouth is fixed with a stern expression, but his eyes are dancing with amusement at your predicament! Without even a wash cloth to cover yourself, all you can do is sputter some unintelligible whimper. Continuing as if you'd actually answered, he responds. "The Sacred Cold Shower *again,* my dear? He sighs deeply, shaking his head. "I see that your skin is a bit flushed," he says as he brushes those long, cool fingers across your cheeks. Stepping back away from you just a tiny bit, his blue eyes wander lasciviously across the length of your body. "*All* of your skin, I see," he says with an appreciative leer. "However... I think that you should consider the dangers of these frequent sprints towards this ‘revered sanctum’. Not only are you risking that precious neck of yours by exposing yourself to the possibility of slipping on slick floors, but you could be irritating that soft, supple skin with harsh soap." He leans down and lifts you into his arms and heads towards your bedroom. Looking into his eyes, you notice the subtle glints of burning gold building in their depths. His voice dropping to a low rasping growl, he whispers "Besides, you were just getting warmed up. I think I'd like to see a more fevered response from you..." ======================================================================== I think I need to go make amends somewhere!! Laura NA / NBFC / LuciusWench "Love. How it toys with us. Makes utter fools of us. Flogs, Whips, and Spanks us." ~Lacroix~